Leshy X Yellow Cat Novels & Stories

"Not Rhye. My cat’s name is Asshole." Leon eyed her. "You have a cat?" "I- yes? Why? Are you allergic?" "No. It’s just odd," Leon answered. "I'm a witch." She rolled her eyes at his attempt to humor her. Before she could question Rhye as to why, he moved to the step above hers. Livia tilted her head back, breathless at his nearness, and let him cup her cheeks, instantly lost in those warm, blue-green eyes of his. "You sure you’re okay?" he asked softly, his deep voice a vibration she could feel in her chest.

Both, like their father and Petra, bore the crescent-shaped pupils. They stop dead in their tracks once they spot Seneca. They quickly looked at each other like they were having a private conversation. “Boys!” Tawny scalds, “Don’t be rude and greet our guests. This is your Aunt Lamia and Seneca her youngest daughter.” “We know.” They both say in unison causing Seneca to giggle. Suddenly, and to my surprise, the boy with yellow eyes morphs into a cat resembling Tawny’s fur form. The small werecat prowls toward Seneca and rubs up against her. She laughs and grabs his fur gently. “I like you,” She says.

“We’ve already got contacts checkin’ their safehouses. We’ll know soon enough where Cole’s layin’ his head.” Cat, lounging in her chair with her legs crossed like she was posing for a mob wife magazine cover, gave an exaggerated shudder. “Ugh, honestly? I told you that man was greasy. You didn’t listen. Now here we are in some Scottish Godfather fever dream.” “Cat,” I warned. She ignored me, turning to Declan with a dreamy sigh. “Also? Can I just say you look ridiculously hot cleaning your gun earlier? I almost needed a cold shower.”

Yeah, I think it did. "Nothing happened; we cuddled." I shrugged, scooping some ice cream. "You're serious?" "Yeah, what else should have happened?" "Oh, I dunno, maybe you both should have had hot, mind-blowing sex." She deadpanned, "Right, Lulu?" My cat only gave her what I supposed was a stupefied look and then focused on what was playing on the television. "Sly hag." Celia grumbled. "Hey, don't insult my cat."

Catherine. Golden. Shawn smiled to himself as he shook his head. It must be Catherine. Her hair was as golden as the sun, smooth and silky at the same time, and yellow was her favourite colour, something that he’d always found different. Anyone who spent any time with her would have certainly thought she’d prefer something darker and more sombre. He watched as she disappeared into the tulip and wood brush, then got back to work. It was unusual for her to venture outside. These days, she doesn't often leave the confines of her room. Shawn was happy to see her out in the sun and enjoying her morning sleep in the grass. Maybe it would restore her mood. Not entirely, of course. Shawn didn’t thin

She bit her lips and anticipated… for more. "Would you like to go to paradise with me?" Kate closed her eyes tightly. Damn! His dirty talk’s making me wet and needy! Yael's hand traveled to her breast and squeezed it, before it traveled down to her navel, deliberately teasing her, while continuously licking her neck. “Kate, answer me…” Yael’s finger played with her navel, causing her to arch her body in pleasure. “Y-Yes!” Kate answered hoarsely. With a satisfied smile, Yael finally slid his hand inside her shorts and reached its destination.

Elena hugged the cat, turning her face away from him. "You started it. There wasn't a whole litter. Just this one." Luke leaned back against the pergola post. He took out his lighter, spun it once around his fingers, but didn't light it. "One's not enough for you? Greedy." He glanced at her. "This one's a looker. Blue bicolor. Top of the line for Ragdolls. Prettier than all your jewels." Elena lowered her head, her face half-hidden in the cat's fur, her voice muffled.

“I have no idea what bargain you have made Lord Lesley, or why you think it should concern me.” “Oh the little kitten has teeth.” Lesley replied smiling, but unlike the amused tender smile he had earlier when both of us lay together on the bed, this smile was cold, cynical, and didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Keep your wit with you little kitten. You’d need it being mated to a dark Alpha.”

Emily objected: "But it's charming... Besides, it's my phone... " "No, I'm bored of it! Will you change it or not? If you don't change it, I'll change it for you." After saying this, Winston pressed on the screen with his long finger, changed the wallpaper, and threw the phone back at her: "This one is just as good." Emily stared at the yellow cat with silver spots, admiring its majestic appearance, murmuring: "This one's okay too. It looks like a small leopard. But is there a cat like this? I've never seen one before."

When the duration finally started, Cole lay on the floor and yawned — while I tried my best not to shake. "That was so lame, they had to step up the scares," he said casually. "Yeah, right..." I continued to stare at the blank screen, hoping the tremor in my voice wouldn't be heard. Then he rolled nicely onto his side, watching my posture, and my eyes went to his. There was a yellow gleam in his eyes as his smile broadened. "Yellow means happy?" I asked to be sure, and he nodded. "Why are you happy?" "Because you look like a kitten hiding from the rain."